Entering down into the basement, Talia shivered uncontrollably, as a wave of potent Darkness aura enveloped her. Then her sensitive elven ears picked up on a distant, but loud shouting: “Ow, ouch, god-damn it! Suck, not bite! I tongue-massaged the inside of your fucking tail-hole, so stop trying to tear my dick off!” Continue reading
A huge transparent, feminine figure suddenly appeared before the green-eyed High-Elf. Talia immediately fell to her knees and gazed up at the ‘deity,’ exclaiming “Goddess Aeris!” Continue reading
The bleached white bones unsteadily stood upright, immediately staring at its creator and awaiting instructions. It was essentially a soulless machine, which had no will of its own; capable of being given simple commands, but unable to think for itself. Continue reading
When Michael teleported outside of the basement bathroom, he muttered “Since bullshit ‘extra-dimensional’ magic is so abundant, there’s probably some kinda special… Yup, there it is; the goddamn Gateway to the Necropolis.” Continue reading
Michael immediately teleported into the northern room, which was not quite as large as his bedroom, but there was still plenty of space. He utilized his wisp-form to access the ‘Construction’ menu, and glanced at the ridiculously long list of possibilities. However, he needed to narrow them down, so he entered the search parameters: “Profession.” Continue reading
It wasn’t merely the furnishings that changed; even the walls, windows, doors, ceiling and flooring were dramatically altered. In moments, the wood had transformed into what appeared to be glass; yet, behind that was what seemed like colorful streams of dimly glowing plasmas. Continue reading
Michael growled “That fucking evil whore-cunt! It’s bad enough that you killed me and raped my corpse, but you even murdered my mana-core babies!” After his rage died down, he sighed dramatically, before grumbling “Ugh, now I have to clean this shit up…” Continue reading
Elina suddenly felt an extremely familiar and overwhelming aura emanating from beyond that closed door. However, before Michael could open it, there was a flash of blinding light, and then whoever had been there, disappeared. Continue reading
“Wait, since when are Dwarves British? I always remembered them having Scottish accents… Well, I guess the original Dwarves in this world were probably English then?” While Michael was wondering about the least important part of that notification, Elina had a serious expression. Continue reading
“Hohohohoho~, Little Girl, you still haven’t told me what you desire yet! For such a magnificent feast, I’ll be sure to give you something equally valuable!” Goliath was almost forgotten by the ecstatic Priestess, who was too afraid to turn around. Continue reading
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